Images are dressed up to distract. They appear dressed with a background, history, story, look, family, body, form, personality, friends and experiences.
This is the i, me, Doug or whoever, who “belief” says i am and after imagined years of habitual “being me,” good or bad and in whatever ways it has appeared, “has to be right” to sustain the image.
To consider for one second that this separate and unique i, me, of belief, is not reality is terrifying. Even though this image of i, me, appears to experience consistent loss and suffering, it holds fast in protection of the image of i.
If we consider that every image of “another” is experiencing the same i-dentification, it explains our dire perception of the world we believe in.
Here we are though, standing right in front of and RECOGNIZING that every image is dressed in fear and terrified of “not being right, of not being this package of being me.” In desperation we hope at least to be right about the image of me.”
No wonder in appearance there is competitiveness, conflict, unworkable relationships and war.
Imagine for a moment there appears a book about the belief in the image of i, me or you. We open the back cover and on this page are all the words written above about the i, me or you. A summary of the i, me, you and our world image are all there, on that one page.
The words are read and the entire picture is nightmarish. Could the rest of this book be the same? The page is turned to reveal a blank page. The next and next and next page is also blank. Page after page, the entire rest of the book is empty; a clean, clear, unblemished, unscripted, untitled, un-i-dentified, blank slate.
Flipping through the blank pages provides Awareness of the overwhelming evidence that judging any book by its cover is delusion. As we return to revisit that last page of “words about the i, me, you,” the nothingness of belief, ideas, concepts, images, appearances and imagined memories are recognized.
Free now of an imagined life we open to the first blank page. We rest there untitled, unscripted, without a story and un-i-dentifiably available for the Unlimited, Infinite, Indescribable Presence That Is, Page After Page!
WE ARE THE INFINITE, FORMLESS, AWARENESS OF PRESENCE, UN-i-DENTIFIABLY FREE. 💕
May the appearance of this message be helpful Beyond the limitations of fearful perceptions of thought, body and form. i do not profess to know and hope this message is not viewed as “my knowing or being anything.” If this message resonates in Awareness of Unlimited Presence Beyond the i of fear, lack and limitation, there is trust it will immediately touch the Oneness That Is.
